Forbidden Romance – Erotic Stories

I’m Ami and this is the story of my experiences at college. From the age of 11 I have always been bigger up-top than the other girls in my year. As you would expect, I attracted a lot of jealousy, from both students and teachers!

There was one teacher, Ms Darragh (she taught biology), who really couldn’t stand me. She was a stick-thin, pale brunette with a chest like an ironing board. I can’t say for sure that my voluptuous 34DD-24-34 curves, luscious flowing blonde hair and year-round tan (from my Italian parents) are what set her against me, but I’m sure it’s a pretty good guess!

The F Grade

Near the end of my final year, we were all given predicted grades, as is standard. I was a pretty bright student, and all my subjects predicted me A and B grades – apart from Ms Darragh, who predicted me an F. An F grade! If I showed this to my parents, my allowance would be stopped! I had to do something about it and fast.

I needed an excellent grade in biology in order to get into nursing college, so this was one problem that needed fixing! I decided that I would go and see Ms Darragh after everybody else had gone home. I found her alone in the biology lab, clearing up after the last lesson, which had been sex education from the visiting health worker.

She looked up, saw it was me, and carried on what she was doing. Cheeky bitch! I cleared my throat, and in my best, Oscar-winning weepy voice, I asked her why I had been predicted an F. “Well that’s simple, Ami – your work hasn’t been any higher quality than that. Your essays are awful, and you haven’t even turned up for a single practical this term!”

All this was, of course, true, and I knew it. But I still needed to get that grade sorted out. I summoned up all my girly wiles and began to cry, arm on desk, histrionics and all. The teacher seemed rather taken aback at this, and asked me what was wrong. “Oh Miss!” I wept, “My whole life is going wrong. My parents have halved my allowance, my boyfriend has just dumped me because he says I’m fat and now I’m not going to pass the course!”

Taking a step forward

“Well now, you are old enough to have a job and start earning for yourself, don’t you think? As for being fat, you perhaps could do with losing a couple of pounds”. At this I wailed even louder – she obviously wasn’t buying it. More drastic action was called for. I stood up and ripped open my flimsy shirt, displaying my DD’s that were straining to escape from a tiny transparent red bra.

“Look at me! I’m hideous!” I flung myself at her, and she hugged me, I think more out of shock than anything. I threw everything into my crying, and she comforted me, first stroking my hair soothingly, then moving her hands further down my body: my upper arms, back and eventually my waist. I turned tear-filled eyes toward her. “Do you find me attractive, Miss?”

“Ami” she replied, “this isn’t an appropriate conversation for a teacher to be having with a…” but I cut her off before she could finish with a kiss on her sumptuous red lips. It took her a second, but she eventually responded, and went over to lock the classroom door.

It wasn’t long before we were ripping each other’s clothes off in a passion-fuelled (or in my case, grades-fuelled!) frenzy. She tore at my bra and released my huge knockers, burying her face in between them. She placed a hand on each, and began to massage them, first gently then a little rougher, and ending with a tweak of the nipples. I gently guided her head so that she was sucking on one of them, and to be fair, she did it quite well.

Cucumber

I was feeling horny by the time she was done! She moved her hand down and caressed my labia, so gently that I might have been doing it myself. I positioned myself so that I could rub her swollen clit with my thumb (I had had previous lesbian experiences, as most young ladies do, and knew exactly what I was doing!).

My pussy had started leaking from all the action, and aching for some cock. Somehow when I get horny I have an immediate need to feel something huge inside me, filling me up. Obviously there wasn’t a man to hand, so I improvised and grabbed the cucumber that the class had been practising putting condoms on!

I showed it to the teacher, who raised an eyebrow and then smiled.

She took it from me, and attempted to slide it inside me. However, I wasn’t quite wet enough for such a large object, so I asked her to perform a bit of oral on me.

She got up on the bench next to me, and bold as brass sat on my face, then bent down to lick me out – so we were in a 69 position. This part was hugely enjoyable – her warm, soft tongue probed me everywhere and was so much more tender than a man’s. I actually came twice, once with her first few licks of my clit, and again when she slid a delicate finger into my arsehole.

Working on a better grade

I was unbelievably wet by now, especially having come twice. I grabbed for the cucumber, but Ms Darragh had had the same idea! With nothing else suitable to hand, we decided to take it in turns with the cucumber, while the other masturbated. Her pussy was quite a tight squeeze for the cucumber, but she got there in the end. It was a huge turn-on seeing it disappear into her pink chasm, then back out again, pulling the skin tight, and causing her to gasp in pleasure.

Having brought myself to orgasm once more using my fingers and the sight of my teacher fucking herself with a 12 inch vegetable, I couldn’t wait any longer. I snatched the cucumber straight out of her pussy, and slid it into mine. Our combined juices meant no problems getting it in, and I managed to take in quite a bit more than she did.

Obviously Ms Darragh wasn’t very self-restrained, because she took the cucumber and started fucking me with it, like a dildo. Again, I have to own up to enjoying this… she knew just which spots to aim for, and brought me several times to the brink of another climax… yet held back. Just as I thought I could take no more teasing, she opened her legs and slid onto the other end of the cucumber! This took quite a few attempts, but my god was it worth it! We both slid up and down on it, sometimes bumping clits with a little moan.

I had a multiple orgasm from this… and then I saw the clock. 5pm! I had better be getting home! The next morning Ms Darragh handed me a new and improved grade card – a B. She had also hand-written in the corner “see me for tips on getting A’s”. Did I go see her again? I’ll leave you to guess!

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